At this moment... I am wearing a dark Goth clothing
Surrounded thought
By air and sorrow!
Why can't I end this now?
Why do I feel beautiful
wearing this clothing...
This type of dress
which makes me fat-less...
A bit more captivating than before,
Before I lost my grace!
How can I live without what's real?
How can't I find the unreal...
The darkness... in my heart
The madness that tears me apart
At this moment... I am wearing My Dark Dress,
I am a princess... of my doom
Having long ago lost my real home
I will forever wonder... in this world and beyond - until I find my grace
This type of grace
That will make me feel just like the rest
Without the make-up and the sorrow
Just living in a world... with no sorrow!!!
With these words I feel:
Well, My Dear...
(just remember)
Nothing's Real...
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